"I have something very important to do later, so I hope you'll know what's good for you."
Roland's voice was perfectly calm, as though he had not noticed the AIM Burst behind Gensei Kihara at all.
"If you end your own life now, not only will you avoid the humiliating defeat to come, but I can also wrap things up sooner and enjoy what comes next. There's nothing wrong with a win-win proposal like that, is there?"
"What a shame. I'm still rather attached to my current state. Please forgive me for refusing."
Although Roland's attitude was even more arrogant than his own as the mastermind, his tone utterly condescending and imperious, Gensei Kihara showed no anger. He merely sighed.
"You certainly have some nerve."
Roland wore a casual expression, but the curve of his lips brimmed with murderous intent.
"I am indeed interested in the state of the Level Upper behind you. That's the only reason I didn't kill you immediately."
"But that's all."
He lightly flicked his fingers.
The next instant, an immense invisible force struck Gensei Kihara's body, sending him flying.
It was as though a large truck had hit him head-on. That incomparably brutal force came howling with fierce winds, raising a translucent ripple as it poured into him without restraint.
Crack-!
Then came the sound of bones and muscles beginning to creak.
In terms of the strength of his magnetic field power, Gensei Kihara was even stronger than Therestina had been.
But his strength merely prolonged the horrifying melody of that merciless crushing by half a second.
Fine powder mixed with viscous liquid sprayed out, splattering across the ground.
Before that force, which distorted even space, this liquid, worth less than dregs, carved savage cracks into the ground like a high-pressure water jet.
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